A Poem I wrote in my Junior or Senior year of High School (way back in 93 or 94) Be kind, I was a kid and wanted desperatly (for some reason) to write a poem about a Banshee. Although now rereading it I guess it seems it's more like a Siren than a Banshee.

The day I heard the Banshee sing

'twas such a wonderous thing.

It made me sing and dance

Oh how it made me prance

The Banshee's voice was pure as snow

The Voice the no one else living would know

Her robes were made of silver silk

Her hair the color of buttermilk

She was not warning of death that day

She was sitting on a rock singing away

When she saw me singing and dancing about

She watched awhile then she did shout

"Please silly girl. Please runway,

or surely you will die the next day"

So I ran away to my humble little shack

and since that day I have never looked back